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A couple of nights ago, the perimeter light came on outside our bedroom at 5 a.m. I leaped out of bed and peeked out the window. A raccoon was hurrying across the lawn to the safety of the hedge and climbed the fence. No time for me to get the camera. In about three seconds, the show was over.

But it seems that the masked bandit and his wife have moved into the area and, although they’re mostly nocturnal, they were caught out in broad daylight by the backyard supervisors, Ruby and Emma, who promptly chased the intruders up the nearest tree.002a

“Just come up here and say that,” he taunts Emma. But then things get a little too busy when Anneli comes out with the camera and it’s time to put some distance between himself and the people and their dogs.015a

“What?! You’re still there? Can’t a raccoon have a little privacy?” He looks down to a lower branch. ” Are you okay down there, dear?” he calls to his wife.


“I’m just lying low, pretending I’m not here,” she says.


I have mixed feelings about the raccoons. They look really cute and they eat those beetle larvae that I hate so much, and I don’t care if they dig up the lawn to get at them.

Beetle larvae



But they are also nest robbers, and that breaks my heart.


Sadder still, is the cruelty of nature. The raccoons are often heard screeching and fighting ferociously with each other at this time of year (probably over a girl), and it looks like these two have both had bad luck. If you go back and look more closely you’ll see that they each have injuries. The first one (top of the page) has a gash on the left side of his jaw and a piece of his ear missing, and his wife (I think that’s a female) is blind in the one eye that is visible. I’m hoping the other eye is okay.

I wish I could help them feel better, but it’s not easy for people to interfere in a good way.